Million Little Miracles

“Jesus looked at them and said, ‘With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.’” (Matthew 19:26 NIV)

A year ago, a friend had a liver transplant after years of battling cancer. He is doing well now. In a recent message, he mentioned the song “Million Little Miracles” by Maverick City, and how it resonated with him. Below is an excerpt of the lyrics and a link to the song: 

“All my life, I've been carried by grace

Don't ask me how 'cause I can't explain

It's nothing short of a miracle I'm here

I've got some blessings that I don't deserve

I've got some scars, but that's how you learn

It's nothing short of a miracle I'm here

I think it over and it doesn't add up

I know it comes from above

I've got miracles on miracles

A million little miracles

Miracles on miracles

Count your miracles

One, two, three, four, I can't even count 'em all

You held me steady so I wouldn't give up

You opened doors that nobody could shut

I hope I never get over what You've done

I wanna live with an open heart

I wanna live like I know who You are

I hope I never get over what You've done

It's not coincidence and it's not luck

I know it comes from above

I've got miracles on miracles

A million little miracles

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Viiw6tGimHo

As I listened to the song from my friend’s perspective, I realized all the million little miracles that I take for granted: 

Every working cell and organ in my body, every hair on my head, eyebrows, eyelashes. 

The ability to eat, digest, and eliminate waste naturally. 

The health to walk, run, sleep, drive, talk, write, read, clean, cook, work, and take care of my loved ones. 

The capacity to go outside and see the birds, grass, trees, clouds, sky, ponds, and creeks. 

The blessings of food, a working car, a home, privacy, and safety. 

Too many miracles to count...

Even in the darkest days, God does not abandon me. 

I am held and carried by grace. 

Not because of my merit, but because of God’s goodness. 

Not because of luck or coincidence, but by Divine intervention. 

Not because of the intensity of my faith or the consistency of my prayers, but because of the sacrificial love of Christ. 

What is impossible on my own, becomes possible with God. 

I’ve got miracles on miracles, a million little miracles. 

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